Chapter 363: The Morning of The Final Day

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: The Morning of The Final Day

The first rays of dawn crept through the cracked windows of the Sky-Sovereign penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor.

Damon stood at the window, his back to the sleeping women, his eyes fixed on the distant shape of the Great Solaris Arena.

The room was quiet.

The frost had melted. The cracks in the floor remained, but the chaos of the previous night’s transformation had settled into something calm and controlled.

He heard movement behind him.

Ariel’s voice came first, soft and sleepy. "You never came back to bed."

Damon turned.

Ariel was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that hung open at the front, revealing her pale skin and the gentle curve of her breasts.

Behind her, Mio and Mia were stirring on the large bed.

Selene was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the far end of the mattress, her platinum-white hair falling over her shoulders as she cycled her qi.

Seraphina was stretching on the floor, her lime-green hair catching the morning light.

Flare was sitting by the cold hearth, her red hair wild and untamed, her orange eyes fixed on Damon with a look of quiet intensity.

Alena was at the small table, already organizing her alchemy pouch, her forest-green robes perfectly pressed.

Lumina was standing by the window on the opposite side of the room, her golden hair loose and flowing, her pale blue eyes distant as she stared at the royal palace.

Neko was curled up on the sofa in her cat form, her white fur rising and falling with each breath.

Damon looked at them all.

His harem.

His strength.

His family.

"I was getting stronger," he said simply.

Ariel walked toward him, her bare feet padding across the cold marble. She stopped in front of him and reached up to touch his cheek.

"You’re always getting stronger," she said softly. "But today, we fight together."

Damon covered her hand with his own.

"Yes."

Mio jumped off the bed and stretched her arms above her head. "I’m ready. I’ve been ready since yesterday."

Mia stood beside her sister, her purple eyes scanning the room with quiet alertness. "The Crimson Eclipse Sect will try something. They always do."

Selene opened her eyes. "Let them try. We have the advantage."

Flare stood up from the hearth, her robe falling open to reveal her athletic body. "That bastard Kai is mine. If he touches any of you, I’ll burn him to ash."

Damon shook his head. "Kai is mine. You focus on the other fighters."

Flare opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. She nodded once.

"Fine. But if he slips, I’m taking the shot."

Alena stood up from the table, her alchemy pouch secured at her waist. "I’ve prepared antidotes for every known poison the Eclipse Cult uses. If they try to cheat, we’ll be ready."

Lumina turned from the window. Her face was pale, but her eyes were steady.

"My father will be watching today," she said quietly. "If I reveal myself, the Eclipse Cult will know."

Damon walked toward her, his footsteps silent on the marble floor. He stopped in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"You reveal yourself when you’re ready," he said. "Not before. We win the tournament first, then we deal with the cult."

Lumina looked up at him, her pale blue eyes searching his face.

"And after that?"

Damon smiled.

"After that, we put you on the throne."

The room fell silent.

Then Ariel clapped her hands together. "Alright, everyone. Let’s get dressed. We have a tournament to win."

The women moved.

They pulled on their reinforced core disciple robes, the white and azure fabric embroidered with silver trim and the Azure Dragon Sect emblem on the chest.

Damon dressed in his black robes, the fabric high-quality and durable, designed for combat without restricting movement.

He strapped the Chaos Devourer to his back, the broken sword’s weight familiar and reassuring against his spine.

Neko shifted into her human form, her cat ears twitching as she stretched her arms. "Master, can I watch from the VIP box with Selene?"

Damon nodded. "Stay close to Selene. Don’t wander off."

Neko grinned. "I’ll behave."

Selene stood and walked toward the door, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "The carriage is waiting. Let’s move."

The group filed out of the penthouse, their footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as they descended toward the lobby.

The streets of Solaris City were packed.

Spectators lined the Imperial Thoroughfare, their voices a low rumble of anticipation and anxiety.

Merchants had closed their stalls. Beggars had retreated to the alleys. The entire city had turned out to watch the final day of the Eastern Continent Tournament.

Damon walked at the front of the Azure Dragon delegation, his black robes flowing behind him, his golden eyes scanning the crowd with casual disinterest.

Behind him, the women walked in formation.

Ariel on his right, her trident slung across her back, her dark blue hair swaying with each step.

Mio and Mia flanking her, their purple hair catching the light, their eyes sharp and alert.

Selene walking with the poise of a glacier, her platinum-white hair a beacon of cold authority.

Seraphina moving with the grace of a storm, her lime-green ponytail trailing behind her.

Flare striding with the heat of a furnace, her red hair blazing in the morning sun.

Alena carrying her Verdant Genesis Staff, her forest-green robes immaculate.

Lumina disguised as Lark, her golden hair bound tightly, her expression neutral.

The whispers followed them.

"That’s the Azure Dragon team. The ones who swept the Thousand Poison Pavilion yesterday."

"The girl with the trident. She’s a monster."

"The red-haired one. She burned the White Tiger captain alive."

Damon heard every word.

He did not react.

The crowd parted as they approached, the pressure of their collective presence forcing the spectators to step back.

A group of Crimson Eclipse disciples stood at a street corner, their black and crimson robes stark against the crowd.

They watched Damon’s group pass with cold, hateful eyes.

Damon met their gaze.

One of the disciples flinched.

Damon smiled and kept walking.